The gong man hits it slower now
For all to hear,the great tragedy that has befallen the people.
Trembling fingers,eyes welled in tears
Children trod home with bowed heads
How loud the women weep.
How has the mighty fallen
How high the dust has raised
With offsprings all left behind.
It's deep a thought,yet you left
Far a while,this ink of sadnesses
Surely will I drop thee
Picking up a new ink to lighten my path.
©N Daniel chrise.
Pen~drip
28/06/2023
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